Writing

Yes. My own ideas.

Can you show it?

Unfortunately no. I've burned the manuscripts.

For why? It sounds cruel

I tried and I failed, I tried and I failed.

I'll collect all your little poems and publish a book.

A book about how to hide a great talent inside.

With this one, I have four 

But oddly I need more

Your book will blossom

Now this is only a core

(Sorry, I ruined.)

No one can beat you, you win

My little words and I just give in

Ambitious, No, I have never been

Thanks to this little game, I'm cheering.

(I bet you cannot write worse.)

Пomoмy чmo я nлoxoй nucameль :)